Ever since I heard on YouTube, quite some time ago, a tantalising 
                  excerpt - the first movement, I think - from the Vasari Singers’ 
                  première of Gabriel Jackson’s Requiem, which they 
                  commissioned, I’ve been keen to hear it in full and for 
                  a recording to arrive. Here it is. I’m a keen admirer 
                  of Jackson’s vocal music. I’ve heard quite a lot 
                  of it and he seems to me to be a fine and imaginative composer 
                  of choral music and one, moreover, with a discriminating eye 
                  for texts and the ability to marry words and his music most 
                  effectively. 
                    
                  Of his Requiem, which is for unaccompanied choir, like all the 
                  pieces on this disc, he writes that his initial intention was 
                  “to combine the solemn, hieratic grandeur of the great 
                  Iberian Requiems with something more personal, more intimate 
                  even, that could reflect the individual, as well as the universal 
                  experience of loss.” He’s interspersed words from 
                  the Latin Mass for the Dead with “poems from other cultures 
                  and spiritual traditions so as to embrace a more wide-ranging 
                  perspective on human mortality than the traditional Christian 
                  one.” Thus we find four sections from the Latin Mass - 
                  the Introit, Gradual, Sanctus/Benedictus and ‘Lux aeterna’ 
                  - juxtaposed with words from such diverse authors as an Australian 
                  Aborigine poet, Walt Whitman, a Japanese samurai warrior and 
                  an eighteenth-century Mohican chief. If all that sounds like 
                  an eclectic mix that may be the case but Jackson has integrated 
                  his texts most effectively. 
                    
                  The opening ‘Requiem aeternam I’ opens with a plainchant 
                  intonation and frequently you can glimpse - or sense - plainchant 
                  in the background during the four movements that set texts from 
                  the Mass. As is usual with Jackson, his textures are consistently 
                  fascinating and also very clear - and Jeremy Backhouse and his 
                  fine choir also ensure clarity through the quality of the singing. 
                  One thing I like very much about Gabriel Jackson is his respect 
                  for the human voice. He challenges his singers and he employs 
                  some vocal effects - such as syllabic repetition and aleatoric 
                  writing - yet he never writes anything that comes unnaturally 
                  to a singer, nor does he make unreasonable demands that produce 
                  ugly sounds. Indeed, luminosity of texture and sheer beauty 
                  of invention and sound are among the chief impressions that 
                  I fancy any listener to this Requiem will take away from it. 
                  
                    
                  Jackson is modest too. By this I mean that he doesn’t 
                  seek to make the listener think how clever he is - though a 
                  lot of the music is indeed clever, in the sense that it’s 
                  technically accomplished. Rather, he puts his music at the service 
                  of the words. Nowhere is this better illustrated than in the 
                  sixth of the work’s seven movements, ‘Peace, my 
                  heart’. Here Jackson sets some words by Rabindranath Tagore 
                  (1881-1941). The words are very beautiful in themselves and 
                  Jackson writes “the best a composer can do is to keep 
                  out of the way and try to give Tagore’s sublime words 
                  the reflective glow they cry out for.” I’d say that 
                  he’s completely successful in this aim. The music is hushed 
                  and slow and sounds very pure with some intriguingly subtle 
                  harmonies. For the last line - “I bow to you and hold 
                  up my lamp to light you on your way” - Jackson’s 
                  music suggests to me the gentle aura of a few candles burning 
                  in the middle distance in an otherwise dark church or similar 
                  building. This movement - the work’s ‘In Paradisum’? 
                  - contains music that is particularly gentle and radiant and 
                  the Vasari Singers give a super performance of it. In truth, 
                  the whole work is, for the most part, gentle and radiant, though 
                  there’s more overt energy in the Sanctus, which sounds 
                  like a rippling, light-footed dance. The standard of performance 
                  is extremely high. This is music in which I suspect there are 
                  no hiding places; it demands total concentration, accuracy of 
                  intonation and complete control of sustained vocal lines. Yet 
                  it seems to me that the Vasari Singers rise to all the challenges 
                  of the score and surmount them. Listening to this performance 
                  you suspect that the work means a lot to them; it certainly 
                  comes across that way. 
                    
                  It’s even more clear that there are personal associations 
                  with I am the voice of the wind. This was commissioned 
                  by one of the members of the choir and her husband in memory 
                  of their daughter, a very gifted young woman who died suddenly 
                  at the tragically young age of 24, not long after qualifying 
                  as a doctor. Jackson set a poem which the young lady, Geraldine 
                  Atkinson, had written at the age of thirteen. In lesser hands 
                  this could have been mawkish but Geraldine’s poem is full 
                  of “mercurial evanescence [and]… quiet inner strength”, 
                  as Jackson puts it and he has enhanced it through very beautiful 
                  music. On several occasions the male voices sing the words of 
                  the poem while the ladies sing aleatoric figures in the background. 
                  The effect of the ladies’ singing is to suggest the light 
                  fluttering of wings - butterflies, perhaps. In celebrating rather 
                  than mourning a successful young life cut short I think this 
                  piece is highly successful in a similar way to Jonathan Dove’s 
                  There Was a Child (review). 
                    
                  The remaining piece by Gabriel Jackson is In all his works. 
                  I’ve come across this before; it was included on a recent 
                  disc by the Choir of St. Mary’s Cathedral, Edinburgh (review). The piece is scored for ATTBB. The performances, 
                  both of which are very good, are quite distinctive and I think 
                  the key reason is that most of the Edinburgh altos are male 
                  while all the Vasari altos are ladies. The cutting edge of the 
                  male altos’ tone makes the top line stand out and now 
                  that I’ve heard a performance by a mixed choir I think 
                  the top line is too prominent in the Edinburgh performance. 
                  Vasari’s female altos produce a smoother sound and are 
                  much better integrated into the overall sound. It’s been 
                  suggested to me that the ladies invest the music with more tenderness 
                  and I think that’s true, especially in the opening pages. 
                  However, Jackson wrote the piece to be sung first at Canterbury 
                  Cathedral one presumes he envisaged male altos singing the top 
                  line. I also have the impression of slightly more spaciousness 
                  to the Vasari performance as compared with the Edinburgh one, 
                  which is odd since the overall timings are within a few seconds 
                  of each other. However, as I say, both performances are very 
                  good and it’s a wonderful piece. 
                  
                  The two pieces on this disc which are not receiving their first 
                  recordings are those by Bob Chilcott and Sir John Tavener. I’m 
                  an admirer of Chilcott’s vocal music but, to be honest, 
                  this piece, an adaptation of Pachelbel’s tedious Canon, 
                  is a fairly slight affair. However, it justifies its place in 
                  the programme by virtue of the fact that it sets Oscar Wilde’s 
                  poem, Requiescat. Tavener’s Song for Athene 
                  needs little or no introduction and it’s been recorded 
                  countless times, especially once it had been sung at the funeral 
                  of Diana, Princess of Wales. I would say that the Vasari’s 
                  rendition is up there with the best of the recordings that have 
                  come my way; they convey the solemn spirit of the piece very 
                  well indeed and sing it very well. 
                    
                  The disc concludes with When David heard, an astonishing 
                  piece by Francis Pott. I first came across this when I was reviewing 
                  a disc that included Eric Whitacre’s setting of the same 
                  text. There’s much to admire in Whitacre’s setting 
                  but I feel that it loses its way in the middle, a trap which 
                  Francis Pott seems to me to avoid completely. Pott’s piece 
                  is for eight-part choir and the writing sounds to me to be extremely 
                  complex at times. From a slow, solemn start Pott builds the 
                  music inexorably and in his writing it seems to me that he conveys 
                  on the one hand the raw emotion of King David’s grief 
                  and, on the other, the need for him to preserve regal dignity, 
                  at least in public. Eventually (at 8:41), the piece achieves 
                  a searing climax on the words “Absalom, my son”, 
                  which sound as if they’ve been wrenched from the king’s 
                  heart. After this the music sinks back into the hushed, grave 
                  mood from which it first emerged. This eloquent, demanding piece 
                  is superbly performed. 
                    
                  In fact all the performances on this CD are first rate. I have 
                  the impression that this is a programme that matters 
                  to Jeremy Backhouse and his choir. The recorded sound is very 
                  good and the notes, which are chiefly by Gabriel Jackson and 
                  Francis Pott about their own works, are good. This is a disc 
                  that should be investigated by all those who are interested 
                  in contemporary choral music. 
                    
                  John Quinn